The Comfort of San Francisco Rain and Snoring French Bulldogs
'Beyond my window, I know the world is a hot mess outside of it.'
This morning, I woke up to a symphony of sounds. I laid still, kept my eyes closed, and listened to the rain hitting my windows while my two furry bedmates snored peacefully beside me. It was a concert of calmness, peace, and tranquility––much needed during these difficult days. And it was a sweet reminder to let myself exist in the moment. My heart is heavy with the news of our friend Michael Youens's passing this week. He was a sweet and kind friend and loved by everyone whose path he crossed. This past year has been full of loss, and we have all done a lot of grieving. It weighs heavily on my heart and brings up many thoughts about our existence. My peers, whom I grew up with during the AIDS crisis, are enterin...










